The idea that I could give a child the life they could never have, the idea that I could make a family and help a beautiful soul at the same time, was incredibly appealing to me.
I want to be important and relevant and seen. I want to feel like I’m making a difference, or even an imprint, in this world. So many of us die and no one remembers anything we ever did.
Just once, I wanted the choice to be who I was, without anyone knowing my history or telling me what to do.
In the end, I did lay in bed, thinking just one thought. That thought kept repeating in my head like a mantra. It was raw desire. It was, “knock on my door and kiss me.”
Doing stand up comedy is weird. One minute you’re shaking from nerves and fumbling with the mic, the next you feel like an invincible genius who will literally never die.
The best and worst part of traveling is the friends you make. You’ll maybe meet your friend-soulmate (or your actual soulmate) and make lifelong memories. Then….you leave. Or they leave. And it sucks.
Our cheeks were red from the sun beating down on us and beads of sweat ran down our back. Butterflies and tiny insects buzzed around our heads, which made us feel like we were in a big forest, not a metropolis in Europe.
Just north of San Diego, Encinitas is a paradise on the Pacific, home to surfers, skaters, yogis, vegans, hipsters, and musicians alike.